Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.